Institution of the Walking Dead

Date: 11/4/2018

I was in a plane black room with a few aquariums to the side. It was to look like it had a bar on the opposite long side, looking like a see food place. there were a multitude of plane simple white chairs and tables and only one door with a small glass. the thing is everything was empty besides the sea animals and one of them containing three small mice. The small black one had fallen in a large dirt pit and couldn't het out. The white one then fell in on top while trying to help the other. "No now this is your fault!" said the black one. Then the light brown when fell in while trying to help them out. all stuck, their weight soften the dirt they stood on and collapse to outside the pipe into the floor causing a mess and the mice to scatter. a person jumped up from behind the counter.wesring a black mask and full black outfit with a white apron. He caught all of them and put them back in their tank. I watch as three people enter, dressed in all white pediatrician-like clothing. We all walk to the corner of the room, the four of us alone, as the tanks begin to fall beneath the floor, the wall opening and changing to have a window to show part of the hallway. The hallway was dark, and so was the rook besides one small led lamp on a table now. In the darkness of the hallway, a large headed figure lurked in the hallway. I held onto a chair, bracing myself. one of the people made a lot of motion, running to the oposite side where a door rose. from the ground, replacing the before - empty wall. She pushed through the doors to find the plane white doors deceived her. They were locked. The figure ran in, showing a large Scream metallic mass, having a full on black robe that was tattered, along with large sharp metal claws on the pursuer's hand. It cornered the female who ran, swinging its claws deep into her. Her eyes roll back, not even a scream as her body goes limp, all that remains a sound in the room is the continuous ripping sounds of the girl's flesh and dripping sounds of her blood staining tbe pure white outfit and pure white floor. The figure steps back and retreats to the hallways. the girl's diced remains scartered in the corner of the room, we exit to the hallway to the lunch area. In another large, high ceiling white room were an assortment of round and square plain white tables with plain white chairs. This was one of the everyday morning trials. It almost seemed like Hunger Games, everyone finding the best path to survival with nobody else's sake in mind. The people inside the institution called it the Institute of the Walking dead, because each one of us was going to die a horrendous death and we continued to be like zombies, knowing our fate. We all pretended to eat, eating the bare minimum knowing sometimes our food could contain poison and chips that were detonatable. It also contained gps trackers sometimes. Our drinks were sometimes roofied and we barely ever got sleep, hearing screams echoing in our hallways and having paranoia that they'll kill you in your sleep. Everyone was given a single dagger and that was all. Nobody ever left, or at least wasnt know to. We were kept in here till graduation, where then we wore leashes around our necks that connected to our nervous system. The outsider's jobs were to srop any loose rebels and to assure crime was kept at a minimum. Others worked in labs or in control rooms. I wanted out. One year and I lost my sanity. I cant even go to the bathroom to feel safe. I headed to the recreational center where I recognized a few people. Ingrid, her stubby form with pretty hair covered in the uniformal white clothing next to David. To their right was Jack. They were crowded around the dead body shoot, dumbing the shredded remains in. This was my chance. No guard was here. No camera. Without a second thought, as they were about to close the lid, I jumped in, knowing it led to a special dumpster in the forest, where the bodies were to decay in their white paper bags. Suddenly the felt around be tightened, allowing no free flow. I heard voices ring from above. "You aren't getting out?" I heard David say. "Not if we can't." Jack chimed in with a venomous tone. Made sense since they were all larger than the shoot opening. I wiggled, tucking my arms and legs in the be as straight as possible, slipping from the grasp of the fabric. I landed on a bunch if dry carcassas, running as fast as possible into the darkened forest. I ran, following the moon in front of me. Building ahead, I ran through dimly lit alleyways. Climbing some up as to jump from room to roof, I saw small wooden mannequins seated on the roof. They all were facing me. I darted, going low, jumping quicker. I panted, until I reached a fire escape, scaling down it as quickly as possible. I see a red laser pointer searching for the target, me. I roll, assuring it was to high to see me, until I come across train tracks. From here I new my way. I follow them, running past over a birdge with all my speed and energy until I reach a shabby house front. I head in from the back, knowing the house was demolished besides a tree in the backyard and the house front. I see 4 people resting under a tree in makeshift cardboard housing, on top of some blankets and next to a crate of what they owned. I recognize these people as old, although in my head I received that they are my parents. Next to them are two dark skinned teenagers, bulky. My brain told me they were my brothers. I nudged the thought, grabbing the scissors and cutting off all of my hair besides that above my shoulders. I let the scissors go ham in my hair to make pointed bits, making a pixie bob hairstyle. The sun is rising, I grab my white outfit and place it in the ash pile in the mini grill in the crate. I stand naked, grabbing a large oversized grey shirt and placing it over myself, tying a string I found around my middle to fashion it as a dress. I see everyone shift and start waking up from their slumber. I run out the backyard, jumping over the high wooden fence. I run to where I know a family will take me in and be willing to give me a new identity. I knock at their door. They see me and nod, knowing who I was by my face. I come into their house. They shove me into their bathroom, handing me a box of pastel pink hair dye, some jeans, and a pastel pink hood, all probably from their deceased daughter. After dying my hair, I look in the mirror. My face was pale and slender from lack of nutrition and large eye bags lay under my eyes from lack of sleep. I look in their mirror, finding vitamins, old concealer, and some blush. I take the vitamins, smear on concealer and powder on the blush. I looked like somebody else. Not me. I fit on the clothes, looking like some pastel goth. I step out, cracking a small smile at the two youngsters I will now call parents. They pack their bags and a bag for me of things they thought I may use, abandoning the house and going into their car. Before I went to the institution, they had contacted me if I ever made it out, they would have a plan ready to head to Europe. We packed into their mini van and off we went to the rising sun on the road as fast as possible without drawing attention to the coastal region, where they knew a man could take them on a one way trip in their ferry.